She was his. The love of his life. Forever…
The last few years have been a bit of a
dream, reminiscent of the mythical stories woven into the stars above. Ronin
and Devin now find themselves embarking on a new journey that draws out
feelings they never expected. Stronger together, wrapped tightly in the
security of their love, Devin’s burgeoning maturity feeds off Ronin’s quiet
strength and conviction, but nothing is guaranteed. A blast from the past
rattles them both, and then, in the midst of a dream come true, emerges a
sudden fear of losing it all.
My Review 4Stars
So this is the follow up from Little conversations and we are back with Ronan and Devin, we see where life has taken them since the end of little converstaions.
There are some pretty hot scenes *fans self* ;)
I am so happy that Siby decided to give her fans more Ronan. you should all totally read this novella, you will be glad you did.
Little
Conversations
Eighteen-year-old Devin McKay is a complete and total emotional
wreck. Fresh out of high school and on her own for the first time in her life,
she’s reeling from rejection of a relationship gone very, very bad. Emotionally
battered and tormented by the pull of her narcissistic first love, she wants to
make a clean break in a small mountain town where he is everywhere... with his
new girlfriend.
Ronin Andrews is still battling his own
cataclysmic ghosts. He recoils from anything heartfelt, choosing instead to
work hard and live wild. Outside of his job, parties and causal hooks-ups are
his life until Devin walks in. With her short skirt and her sad green eyes, he
can’t help but want her… badly. His protective streak wants to provide her with
a haven, to shelter and sustain her.
Through a flash of torrid intensity, they
struggle to be friends... just friends. She relies on him to nourish her
shattered soul and shield her heart from the clawing, gnawing loss that has
consumed her. Before long, the attraction proves too tenacious, and the passion
between them becomes undeniable. But will the shadows of the past prove too
much to overcome?
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About The
Author
Sibylla Matilde grew up in the mountain valleys of
Southwest Montana exploring the dusty Old West gold country on the back of a
horse. She attended a two-room schoolhouse beginning in 1st grade & had
the same teacher until she changed schools after 7th. Beginning at
about age 12, Sibylla discovered historical romance, feeding off of work of
Jude Deveraux & Lisa Kleypas. She loves a book that can make the reader
run the gamut of emotions, from the sweet glow of new love to gut-wrenching
heartache. She is a true romantic & always has stories floating around
in her head, living in a fantasyland until she writes them down to free
them.
Music is her emotional trigger. Growing up with a
Wagnarian-loving mother, Sibylla was raised to treasure music that digs deep
into the psyche, drawing out elation, sorrow, grief, desire. The soundtrack to
her life includes many genres spanning centuries. She looooooooves Thirty
Seconds to Mars (rather obsessively, actually… but, really, how can
you NOT be crazy about this guy!? Jared Leto.
Shhh. ) & pimps them out to all her friends through Spotify.
She also delights in Met Opera HD broadcasts at her local movie
theater & hopes (listening Met?) to someday see Diana Damrau reprise
her role as Mozart’s Queen of the Night in Die Zauberflöte. Sibylla lives with
her husband and hero who saved her from her own calamitous, young-adult self.
He makes her laugh daily, even when things are tough. He’s proved to her that
love really can heal a shattered soul. In 18 years, they have never had a
fight, although argue regularly with their two teenage kids who have,
unfortunately, inherited their father’s quick wit (unfortunate as it is a quick
wit that Sibylla, herself, definitely does not possess – there is a reason she
is a writer & not a stand-up comedian). They live a quiet life with
their two weird little rescued Chiweenies. Wait… teenagers & little
yap-dogs? OK, maybe not so quiet.
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